One Shots

Saruhiko Fushimi X Reader

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*cough* I'm gonna be publishing a Black Star X OC book because you know, I figure like fifty years afTer Soul Eaters prime time would be a good time to make a FanFiction about it you know??
Also gonna be publishing parts of a Voltron fanfic (James Griffin X OC) that I've been working on (and procrastination) for 500 years, so yeah! Fun!
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Saruhiko's POV here!!

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She was annoying.
At least, that's what she was supposed to be to me.
Though for some reason, the way she smiled always captivated me. I liked seeing her smile, even though I would never admit it, and I respected her too. Even though she seemed so much more like someone who would be in the red clan and good friends with Misaki, she was no doubt a blue clansmen in the field.
It was times like when she hacked into the speaker systems and blared American pop music that reminded me why I was supposed to think she was annoying.
Oh, and also the way she admired me. That was annoying too.
"Baby you don't have to rush, you can leave a tooth brush at my place!" She sang, dancing around the large lobby without a care in the world, giggling as Andy joined in with her carelessness.
Even when Seri walked in and asked what the hell was going on, she didn't falter in the slightest. She was the type to live her life to the fullest, she didn't give a shit about being formal and straight forward like the rest.
"We don't need to keep it hush! You can leave a tooth brush at my place!"
"At my place!" Andry sang the harmony and she cheered, ignoring how Seri told them to turn it off before Munakata got there.
"You know, in moments like these, Y/N is very beautiful in her carefree ways."
I scoffed, "As if."
"That's enough already! Get to work!"
"Why don't you get to work?" She retorted, shocking everyone.
Sure, Y/N wasn't very formal to begin with, but she'd never spoken like that to anyone, "Every day your pestering people about working hard, especially Saruhiko, except he's the one that's always doing all the work and you completely over look his efforts. I'm tired of it, so I'm throwing this party."
My eyes widened slightly, she was pulling this shit for me? So that I could take a break?
"W-well, if that's how you feel Y/N-san, then you should speak to the captain."
"No. No one is doing any work today, and if Saruhiko wants, we'll only turn off the music so he can get some rest!"
"I agree with Y/N-chan." Andy piped in, "Fushimi-san does over work himself and we always take him for granted. Besides, we all deserve a day off every once and a while, even you Seri."

Her smile was gorgeous - what's the point of denying it anymore? And her laugh too, a weird but humble melody of sorts.
She was literally imitating me, which out of everything she's done this should be annoying me the most, but he decided he was done caring.
"Privacy is a thing of the past~"
Andy spat out his drink, and the other boys around coughed as they laughed their stupid little heads off.
"Tt. Are you serious?"
They gasped for air, laughing again.
Was she even there when that happened? I can barley remember half the things she's talking about, but for some reason she seems to know more about me than she should.
"Man, Y/N-chan! You're impressions are perfect!"

But she never really addressed me unless it was mission related. One time, I had to guide her through a building when the lights went out, and when she finally came out into the light I was there to apply first aid.
That's when we talked first.
The second time, we got stuck on a street mission and she ended up reaching into my belt to grab one of my throwing knives before pitching it at the offender, her sword having been kicked out of her grip.
She had beaten me countless times in training, and was one of the heads of the special operations squad like I was. She was Scepter 4's lucky number 4, and she was a lot smarter than she looked.
Maybe I needed to take some initiative?
Last time I took initiative he left me for a better, more powerful and fascinating person than me. He didn't need or want me anymore, and she'll probably get bored of me too.

Though as far as I could tell, she never did.
And when a mission charging in on a group of strains revealed a past childhood friend of hers, I could only fall more for her in seeing how similar she was to me.
Her friend had left her too, and she was blamed as the traitor, as the one who changed for the worse. She was like me, and so I stepped up.
"Good morning, Saruhiko!"
"Good morning." I mumbled in reply, pausing as she stopped in her tracks. I rose a brow in question and she only smiled, shaking her head before walking off.

The next morning was the same, like she was testing me.
"Good morning, Saruhiko!"
"Good morning, Y/N."
She smiled again, a quirky, shaking smile as if she was about to start yelling something stupid in excitement. Except, I had no idea what she could be so excited about.
She started talking to me more after that.
"Good night, Saruhiko!"
"Good night."
The same grin.
"Hey Saruhiko, that was some awesome stunt you pulled back there!"
"Thanks."
The same grin, again, her body language was giddy in excitement.
"Saruhiko! Let's go eat lunch together!"
"Right after I finish this."
"Okay!"
She left and I turned back to my work. All those days ago, she was right. I did overwork myself a bit, but I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy what I was doing. I was becoming more skilled with every press of the keys, and I would soon be so much more powerful than Misaki. Maybe even enough that'd he'd regret forgetting about me.

Later that night, my eyes shot open at 2:36 am exactly, and only one thing ran through my mind in a screaming voice.
You over worked and forgot about lunch with Y/N.

She didn't say good morning the next day, and I didn't bother attempting to say it myself. I kept an eye on her, wondering what I should do, since she clearly seemed upset about it.
She tapped her pencil on her piece of paper that was meant to be a full report by the end of today for an hour, before Andy dragged her to lunch.
She ended up staying late, like I usually did, grumbling under her breath as she smashed her fingers on the keys and typed in whatever came to mind just so she could get the report done and go to bed.
I finished my work, but sat still, waiting for her to finish. After standing her up, the least I could do was not leave her alone.
And I should probably apologize too.
Ugh... why am I like this?
She let out a long sigh, finally shutting off her computer and shutting her book, she stood up and froze at the sight of me leaning against the wall watching her.
"Y/N. Can I talk to you?"
She stood still, "What's there to talk about? You being an asshole - oh, wait, that's just how you always are. I was the stupid one, okay? Don't even bother with an apology."
I frowned, figuring it would just be easier for me to leave it at that, she'd get over me and I'd get over her, and then things would be fine.
But when she walked passed me, my mind changed and I grabbed her hand.
"I'm sorry." I blurted out, "You're right, I'm an asshole and what I did was the biggest idiot dick move I've ever pulled. I won't bore you with excuses. I just want you to know that I... I'm just really sorry."
She sighed, "Just sorry? That's all you have to say? Come on, Saruhiko. You can't keep everything in all the time, can you? There has to be something else."
"I care alright? Goddammit, woman. I don't like talking about feelings, so can we just get lunch tomorrow to make up for my mistake? And then... eat lunch again everyday together too?"
"Everyday?" She asked, eyes widening the same way they did when I replied to her greetings.
There it was, it was coming back.
I clicked my tongue, "Yeah. Everyday, that's what I said."
She grinned, and my heart skipped.
I gasped and tensed as she hugged me tightly, literally squeezing me half to death before dropping me and jumping a little in her excited state.
"Don't forget, or I'll rip you to shreds!" She cheered, waving before continuing off ahead to get back to her room.
I didn't doubt that she'd rip me to shreds, because she's handed my ass to me on a silver platter one too many times before.
But I wasn't scared or irked by the way she said it so cheerfully, god, I was probably just as excited as her. And if I broke her heart, then I'd take every beating there was to get, because this, she, us, was something I knew for sure.